Spotty Wellies

Zombie Competition Entry


1. Spotty Wellies

Splish. Splash. Splosh. 

That's the noise my wellies are making if you were wondering. There are a lot of puddles in the tunnel. It smells funny. I don't like it here. 

Ow. Ow. Ow. 

That's the noise my head is making. I think it's because I hurt it. It has a lot of red on it. I can hear the red stuff dripping in the water. 

Splish. Splash. Splosh. 

I have blue, spotty wellies. Mummy got me them for my birthday. They had a pink bow on them in the shop. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.

There is more red stuff than I thought. It's sticky. Sticky like the green stuff running from my nose. 

Cough. Cough. Cough.

I'm making that noise. There are blobs of brown-green goo coming out of my mouth. They look like gobstoppers. My throat is sore. I wish Mummy was here.

Splish. Splash. Splosh.

Now my wellies have red stuff on. Maybe it's from my feet. I hurt them too. The big man hurt them. He had red stuff dribbling from his mouth. And yellow goo. And mouldy skin. He looked like a bruised banana. But red. And brown. And smelly. He was scary.

Ugh. Agh. Urh.

Those are the noises he kept making. He hit me on my head. Then he but my hand and he scratched my feet. I thought he made me dead but I'm okay now. Except for my head. It really hurts. Mummy always had plasters for me before. I miss Mummy now. 

Splish. Splash. Splosh. 

My wellies are muddy too. Red and muddy. The spots are covered up now. The tunnel looks fuzzy. I can't see properly. My head hurts. I don't like the tunnel. I don't like it.

Bang. Bang. Bang. 

My head hurts. I don't like the tunnel. I don't like it here. 

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Head, head, head. It hurts. I don't like it hurting. The tunnel is fuzzy. I can hear other footsteps. I want them to go away. I want Mummy to come instead. My head hurts.

Look. At. Her.

It's not me. Someone else. The footsteps. They're getting closer. I want them to go away.

She's. Gone. Mad.

I don't want to hear them. It's too loud in my ears. Mummy would tell them to go away. Mummy...

Splish. Splash. Splosh.

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. The footsteps are catching up, but I run. I run as fast as I can. 

There's a puddle at my feet. I can see me in it. My eyes are all swollen. My face is like nasty Aunt Pen's mashed potato. I'm like the big man. I'm scared. I want Mummy. 

My feet move. I'm going towards the light. The footsteps are following me, but I run even harder. I can run very fast. That's how I won the school egg-and-spoon race. 

The footsteps are loud. My head is hurting. The light is fading. Everything's going black. I think the footsteps hit me. The footsteps hit me. It hurts. 

I'm falling. I've hit the ground, the puddle.

Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle.

That's me. I'm making that noise. I'm gurgling.

My wellies are filled up.

Sinking. Sinking. Sinking.

The black is rising up. I'm cold. I can't breathe. There are voices everywhere. They're shouting. I'm scared.

Wet. Wet. 

Cold. Cold.

Scared. Scared.

My chest hurts. I'm swallowing but there is no air. I'm scared.

Wet. Wet.

Cold. Cold.

Scared. Scared.

I can't think. Fuzzy, dark. Hurts. Hurts so much. Fading.

Wet. Wet.

Cold. Cold.

Scared. Scared.



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